As the sun sets, yearning bathes in the twilight,
In profound moments, emotions surge in the heart.
Like an orange halo, gently caressing the soul,
Within the lingering glow of dusk, yearning rolls like waves.
Yearning at dusk, like mist diffusing in the air,
Petals of memories gently drifting in the twilight.
Within the crevices of time, faintly shimmering with warmth,
Enveloped in the halo of yearning, entangled and unable to break free.
Every dusk evokes deep admiration,
Those tender scenes, regardless of the passage of time.
The heart's desire sways gently in the wind,
Standing silently at dusk, yearning entwines deep within.
Yearning at dusk, like a softly murmuring melody,
The passionate melody traverses time, resonating in the heart.
Moments lost, etched as silhouettes in the soul,
And the yearning at dusk, like birds returning to their nests, finds solace.
Yet on the edge of dusk, hope's ray gleams,
With faith and courage, dissipating the melancholy of dusk.
Dusk is not the end, but a new beginning,
In the twilight of yearning, one can still radiate brilliance.
Therefore, in the yearning at dusk, I patiently await your return,
Firmly believing that the power of love will come as promised.
Yearning at dusk, as warm and enchanting as the setting sun,
Bestowing upon me the courage to move forward, harboring hope and dreams.